Her eyes were closed as she lay next to him, resting her head on his chest. The solace she emitted surrounded him. The light shinning through the window made iridescent colours in her hair. She looked so intrinsic lying next to him. He felt her stirring next to him, waking up like sleeping beauty.
"Morning" he said with a soft whisper, as if not to wake the inanimate world surrounding them.
She propped herself up onto his chest, her hair draping down to the left of her face. She intrigued him, the way that no matter what, he was entranced in her. She kissed him gently on the lips. He could feel himself lapsing into her, and it was the finest feeling he had ever had. Nothing could ever keep him apart from her, except the knock on the door that startled them both.
"Anyone awake in there?" Said the voice from the other side of the door.
Liz let out a groan and pulled the blankets over her head, hiding from the outside world. This made Max smile incessantly and she rubbed circles on his bare chest with her finger.
"Yeah mum, we're awake!" He was trying to fight back the urge of laughing as Liz was tickling his skin with her gentle touch.
"Breakfast is ready if you two are hungry!"
"Thanks!" He pulled the covers off her head and laughed. She reminded him of when they were younger, making out in her room. Every time she thought she heard her father coming, she would immediately sit up and pretend she was studying, motioning for him to climb out her window onto the balcony where he couldn't be seen.
He held the back of her neck and pulled her lips closer to his. Just as they were about to melt into each other's souls again, he whispered into her ear.
"Hungry?"
The word made her pulse speed up. She was hungry, but not for food. She was hungry for Max!
"Zan!" He rolled over onto his stomach and squeezed his pillow tighter.
"Zan! ZAN!"
"What? What is it?" A lazy yawn escaped his mouth, his eyes still closed; trying to hold onto what little sleep he had left.
"I'm doing it today!"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to the Evan's, I'm going to find out all about your parents, no matter what!" Her voice was forceful and ire.
He was awake now. Sitting up against his pillow he rubbed his eyes to try and wake himself up.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going to find out about your parents." This time it was more benevolent. She felt she owed him at least this. Her plan was to put an end to all his melancholy, and to find out what happened to the two people who brought him into this world.
"I'm going with you!"
They were all around her, surrounding her, eating up every ounce of air that she had. She wanted to scream, but the sound wouldn't come out. The pain was coming from the lesions that she obtained as an implication from the crash.
They were holding her down, torturing her with every move. She continued to scream, though nothing could help her now. His laugh was evil, and the way he said her name was worse. His voice was desolate, as if his psyche no longer lived in him. He repeated her name, as if to torment her some more.
"Liz"
"Liz? Liz, wake up!"
He heard sounds coming from the bedroom and came in to see if everything was all right. She was throwing her head from side to side, a death grip on her pillow and mattress. Max was no leaning over her, shaking her gently on the shoulders.
"Liz?"
She was becoming calmer, as if waking from a trance.
"Liz, come back to me!"
Her eyes opened slowly, as all her memories came back to her of where she was. Max's bedroom, Roswell, New Mexico.
"Max?" Her voice was terrified and bleak. She started to shake as Max took her in his arms and brushed his hand through her hair, trying to sooth her.
"Shh, it's okay. Your safe now!"
She clung on tightly, never wanting to let go. Liz was so tired that she skipped breakfast and went back to sleep, which proved to be a big mistake. Her dream was so vivid and real, she could still feel their grip on her hand and they threw her in the room.
Liz inched up closer to his chest, too afraid to let go. He lent back against the pillows, stoking her hair. He didn't want to know what had made her so scared, he didn't care. He just wanted her to feel safe again.
"Hey honey!"
"Maria, hey!"
Liz sat in the kitchen, clinging to her cup of tea, still shaken from the dream.
"What do you say, while the aliens are out trying to find little men in dark suits and glasses, we have some fun?"
"I don't know. I don't really feel up to doing anything today. Sorry."
"Lizzie, Max told me about your dream. Believe me, this will make you feel so much better!"
She reluctantly gave in, knowing that no force could stop Maria from dragging her along. "Where are we going?"
"Shopping!"
"Well, that was a waist of time!"
"Shut up Michael!"
"What? All I'm saying is that walking around town for half the morning is not going to bring the FBI out! They're sneaky little bastards Maxwell, and they'll attack you when you least expect it!"
He sat down and put his head in his hands. Worry was filling him all over. When Liz told him about her dream, he understood why she was so scared. It was the white room all over again, except she only had to face it in her dreams. Another thought crossed his mind. What if it was a premonition? She hadn't had one for over a year, and it was a dream, but maybe her dreams were trying to tell her something?
"Where's Liz and Maria?"
"They're not here?" His voice was halfway between tired and panicked. Isabel walked over to a note left on the kitchen counter and read it aloud.
"Have taken Liz shopping to cheer her up. Will be home at about 3pm. Love Maria. Oh, look. She even drew love hearts all over the page! Michael, was she dropped on her head as a child?"
"God I hope so!"
A knock on the door brought them back to reality, and Isabel went to answer it. She opened the door and was completely taken by surprise.
"MAX!!!!"
Her scream was loud. It echoed through the whole house. Both Max and Michael ran to the door, thinking something had happened to her.
"Isabel? What happened?"
They all went breathless as they saw who was standing at the door.
"Excuse me, but are you Max Evans?"
He was in such shock that all he could do was nod his head and stare at the person in front of him.
"I'm Zan, your son!"
Maria woke with a giant headache. She looked around, trying to remember what had happened. The car was a wreck. The dashboard broken, as well as the windshield. She looked over at where her best friend was sitting. Panic overcame her as she realise Liz wasn't there. The passenger door was open, her bag was lying under the seat where she left it, and a shoe was on the ground outside the door. Maria noticed a patch of Liz's shirt, which looked like it had been torn off whilst in a struggle. This was not good.
"Liz……..?"
She closed her eyes as unconsciousness took a hold of her again.